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brights-place · 4 months ago

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I’m thinking Floyd x Reader for Valentine’s Day, where, Reader really likes Floyd but is obviously too scared to say anything(like a lot of ppl would be with him…) because of the obvious fear he won’t like them back due to his nature of frequently changing his interests, and his mood swings as the added bonus.

Floyd, however, is also taking a serious liking to Reader but he doesn’t realize it himself, just following his instinct that Reader is really important to him, but both Azul and Jade can tell quite well that he’s not just “normal” about Reader. Reader is oblivious to his actions cause they think it’s normal, but they both are eventually given a slight push to confess by Jade and Azul, Azul does it more so for the sake of his business, but after that, then happily ever after…BOOM

WRITE IT OR DON’T, FEEL FREE TO CHANGE OR INTERPRET ANYTHING DIFFERENTLY IF YOUD LIKE :3

(Damn I yapped too much…and you totally don’t know me or have been talking to me…and we’re totally not moots…totally, and I’m definitely not MsCherub, like I’m definitely not her, she sucks <3)

[TWST] Floyd Leech X Reader

Warnings: Floyd Leech

A/N: Ah yes this def isn't my mutual sure sure... anyways FLOYD OUT OF ALL PEOPLE YEESH your a freakazoid... (I literally love octanivelle but I will take that to my grave) also I'M SO TIRED WTF DID I EVEN WRITE I THINK I HALF ASSED IT OMG CAUSE I WANTED TO TRY SOMTHING NEW THAT WASN'T HEADCANNONS Also like I think I dropped this on its head because I dont usually write You/your in first perspective only headcannons cause its short so this made me die IM SORRY ANYWAYS HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYBODY! If your like me and have nobody or are also like me who hates couples/J then YAY we can celebrate that together. I plan to be a menace to my friends relationships and make them pay for my food when we go out cause Yes anyways enjoy this and happy valentines day or whatever you celebrate!

Summary: [MC] has a crush on Floyd but they can't talk to floyd out of obvious fear for not only who Floyd is known as but aswell as the fear he won’t like them back due to his nature of frequently changing his interests, and his mood swings as the added bonus. Floyd, however, is also taking a serious liking to MC but he doesn’t realize it himself, just following his instinct that Reader is really important to him, but both Azul and Jade can tell quite well that he’s not just “normal” about Reader. Reader is oblivious to his actions cause they think it’s normal, but they both are eventually given a slight push to confess by Jade and Azul, Azul does it more so for the sake of his business, but after that, then happily ever after…BOOM

Being interested into Floyd Leech was already a warning sign from the start. Out of everybody you could be able to like it was somebody with a bad reputation for one of the many scary things in NRC.

Not only was your crush from Octanivelle one fo the shadiest dorms even if being dubbed A dorm based on the Sea Witch's spirit of benevolence but one of the Tweels a Leech twin the one who is known to be filled with mood swings and quick to loose interests faster then the speed of light could even react to was a crush YOUR crush. A huge mistake on your part not only for falling for him but for having Grim staring at you and shouting at you hitting you with a pillow for being a baffoon for falling for Floyd. The guy was unable to read along with the fact he and the other two in octanivelle had him work in soapy dishes how could you do this to him :O When Ace and Deuce figured out that well you liked Floyd they stared at you as if you got possessed by a demon even worse is the fact you were in ramshackle overthinking plotting every outcome every change every thing that could happen for better or for worse as Ace and Deuce 'helped' more like Ace was asking if you were mentally okay and Deuce awkwardly telling you that he supports your choices but floyd was unpredictable someone who could get bored of you easily.

Which always made them all wary since Floyd was getting close to you abit too much how he was close to you looking over your shoulder clinging to your body boredly calling you out and cheering when seeing you but when floyd isn’t in the mood he’d scowl even when he goes to find you. Nobody knows why but it scares the shit out of Ace and Deuce who were still trying to convince you that it might not be a good idea due to how unpredictable he is which you already knew.

Floyd leech was a person who was unpredictable always switching up and that fear knawed at your chest. His mood swings make it hard to predict what he'll say or do next aswell so the thought of him denying your relationship hurt but the other hand is if you did start to question what if he lost interest fast what if he wouldn’t hang around you anymore because you became Boring. Yet fear still lingered as your hands gripped onto a sheet of paper in front of you one of the basic ways of confessing yet the paper in your hands was something that you put effort into.

Recently through days you would have the letter inside your blazer pockets. Walking class to class passing in the hallway to head to the cafeteria where Grim, Deuce and Ace were.

You couldn’t help but keep your attention focused on the floor weaving through people shoes clacking against the tiles below mind rambling with thoughts.

Though today a certain twin eel spotted you head down headphones in and heading towards the cafeteria "Shrimpyyyy" you couldn't help but freeze when you saw Floyd wrap an arm over your shoulder bending down to your face as you let out an awkward chuckle greeting the male who made you tense tighter with his hand placing on your waist for a moment. You smiled towards the male who grinned lazily "Open your hand" you couldn't help but blink before opening your hand out to floyd who held your hands for a moment before he closed your hand into a fist before he plopped his chin ontop of your head as you opened your closed fist to see a pearl covered in a silver and gold mixed band that wrapped around it. A sound of confusion came from you as your eyes continued to lay onto the pearl ring "Ya like it?" your eyes snapped back into focus to floyd as you blinked nodding slowly "yeah... thanks" Floyd beamed before the two of you continued to walk together many students left the hallway trying to get away from where you two were standing. Where FLOYD was standing. Most people in school avoided the eel like the plague yet here you were close to Floyd who was rambling to you "So where we goin?" "OH I just plan to eat with Ace and Deuce" Floyd couldn't help but hum before looking away to the garden grinning to see a small pond before grabbing you and yanking you towards the direction "Sounds boring let's go there!" "EH?! FLOYD!" Even with him dragging you around you couldn't help but giggle at how he was dragging you around with a huge grin rambling to you. Clinging to you. Though Riddle would now seem to bolt out of the room. You have never scene the boy run so fast in your life not even in beanfest but when it came to Floyd? and now You he was gone in a flash because wherever you were Floyd would somehow appear. This would happen even more recently now he'd cling to your body threaten to squeeze someone and would drag you around with a lazily smile eyes staring at you. Unaware of Jade and Azul watching from afar with a fussing Grim who was trying to get them to leave you alone.

When Floyd got pointed out by Jade how he seemed to be getting very close to the prefect Floyd would shake it off until jade would mock his brother with a grin with how he's been doing mer courting and eel mating rituals. Floyd scoffed at Jade "Eh? Shrimpy and I are just friends" "Indeed so but what about how you two were knotted together one time when at the library?" "They were cold" "And when you yawned showing your teeth" Floyds eye twitched towards his brother as Jade continued "Dancing with Shrimpy in the sea at school hours nuzzling against them aggressively and Creating a pearl ring for them without knowing anything about jewelry, giving them scales, a tooth, along with-" Floyd was so close to tackling his brother in annoyance scowling as Azul even agreed how Floyd has been not going to many of his shifts but he didn't know the reason why. Floyd though soon realized that he may have been doing merfolk courting rituals. Though he didn't find it any change he still like shrimpy for being shrimpy so he continued to do what he did anyway even with a pissed off Azul trying to find him when he randomly disappears.

After that he’d keep approaching you with odd and sweet gifts. He'd hand you shells, metal, shiny items, and three times with someones tooth that he got... along with a handful of scales that you paled at awkwardly taking them. Floyd has never experienced the crush stage and he doesn't want to after all that's boring but hey he enjoyed seeing your little reactions.

The sound of clanking utensils, chatter and jazz filled the room of monstro lounge along with the wafting scents of different platters of food escaping the kitchen where a certain Tweel was cooking with an annoyed look plastered onto his face.

The male infront of the pan stopped what he was doing and turned his attention to a octanivelle student beside him who flinched. Floyds right gold eye glinting with his olive brown one “Oy… take my shift” he said leaving the pan and chucking the apron onto the students face causing them to flinch and let out a noise of confusion turning to try get their upperclassman to get back to work yet was met with the kitchen doors shutting as the student frowned “Thats so not fair”

Floyd trudged through monstro lounge passing Jades post where he was cleaning the glasses the other twin staring at his brother “Floyd leaving once more?” The male leaned against the counter grinning lazily “yeah I got bored” Jade let out a loud hum of acknowledgment smiling at floyd.

“Are you off to visit the prefect?” Jade questioned as Floyd moved lazily to his brother and grinned “Yeah I’m visiting shrimpy” Jade hummed closing his eyes and giving another grin “Well then maybe give them some of the chocolates to try out for monstro lounge that Azul has made for our valentines day menu” Jade placed down the glass he was cleaning to the side. Floyd let out a tired “Sure” before snagging one of the decorated heart boxes leaving monstro lounge door closing behind him.

The moment Floyd left Azul walked over to the bar where Jade was stationed “JADE! Where is floyd he’s on his shift and I usually wouldn’t care but were dealing with rush hour right now” Azul said fixing his glasses with a strained tone “Ah… He left to visit the prefect” “Again?!” Azul replied eyebrows furrowed biting his lip in annoyance at the amount of work that Floyd has recently been avoiding “Tsk… It seems we have to have a chat with the prefect so we can discuss why floyd keeps on leaving his shifts… such a hassle” Jade handed the octopus mer a glass of water that he drank quietly “How long do you think Floyd will last?” Jade questioned Azul causing his boss to look at him confused “With?” “The prefect… You know it I know it. It’s been quite entertaining to see the Prefect relax around Floyd, and Floyd being more affectionate in a way with the prefect infact last week he went to the beach and got them a pearl he was showing it off to me after he got it asking if I knew how to make it a ring” Azul’s face paled “He WHAT?!” Jade grinned behind his hand staring at him “Oh he mustn’t have told you” “FLOYD”

Floyd started heading over to ramshackle hands playing with the weird heart shaped box filled with sweets a look of boredomn on his face before hearing quiet muttering up ahead of a famillar person. You Floyd grinned to see you hunched over muttering to yourself while holding a piece of paper an envelope in your hands "Shrimpyyyy" You couldn't help but flinch snapping your head over to floyd while you gripped onto the envelope "Floyd!" You exclaimed eyes wide and body tense as Floyd grinned "Whats this" he said taking the envelope from you handing you the chocolate box "Oh yeah Jade and Azul wanted you to try those out... I think I just snagged one" he shrugged leaning beside you on a pillar as you awkwardly thanked him but tried to snatch back the small envelope in his hand that he lifted away from you grinning as he kept a hand on your head to keep you down. Floyd eyes wandered through the letter his teasing grin pausing as he had a blank face one that he'd use when he'd find someone annoying or boring eyes focused onto the sheet of paper in his hand. He slowly turned to you as you stared at him with sheer panic and shaky pupils "I- Just let me explain! just if you don't like me back thats fine completely ignore me just don't hold this against me ignore everything I said please-" Your rambling was cut off when you felt arms grab onto you swaying you around giggling happily with closed eyes "AHH SHRIMPY~! Your so stupid" he beamed squeezing you tighter in a bone crushing hug.

Later on you'd somehow find yourself dragged back into monstro lounge by Azul with Floyd appearing every now and then grinning at you. Unaware if you were dating or not but with how affectionate he's been getting recently after that gave your answer. Azul though would now have to start paying you to come to monstro lounge so Floyd doesn't leave to go find you more as he continued to complain about financial funds but hey you finally got to date a moray eel mer... who surprisingly clings onto you when you cuddle and sleep together chewing on your shoulder lightly while drooling. Bonus OF WHAT THE FUCKERY:

Azul: BOBBY (Floyd) ! Floyd: AAAAAGHHHH Azul: I just bought this imaginary festival. Now I want you off the roof Floyd: IM ON DRUGS Azul: The only drug you're on is loneliness [MC]: Is- is this normal... Jade: Mhm

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t-horn-n · 7 months ago

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— waterstrider

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x reader (female)

genre: fluff ?

summary: watching you and ghost become you and ghost.

word count: 1 158

There is a certain inconsistency with you that Ghost is able to sense but not quite place when you first join the task force. You’re the sort that wears her heart upon her sleeve. You like to fill the room with your jokes and anecdotes and quips. You spill your guts to the point that Ghost knows more about you and your idiot brother and how your parents have just retired) in the first six months following your arrival than he knew about the Captain in the first three years of knowing him. On the internet, they would call you one of those people who can’t be mysterious because you yap too much.

Still, there is something that sets you apart from just any old civi. And it is not simply that you’re good at staying calm in stressful situations, nor that you’re not half bad at military strategy. Rather, it’s that you’ve compartmentalised yourself into the part that you offer to people (your brother, your parents’ retirement) and the part that you keep tucked into your chest, hidden beneath your ribs. It’s an illusion, you see, that sense of complete transparency that you project.

It was years ago, now. When the scent of high school still clung to you and you were marginally more stupid than you are now. You got yourself ensnared with the wrong, mean, borderline sociopathic sort of people so quickly that it was a real life example of the snowball effect. Initially, it was just one time you brushed off your last period class to go around town with these guys you met at the convenience store to get back at your brother who, at the time, had a habit of being overprotective.

Long story short, the whole situation ended with fingerprints around your neck and your head held down in the river behind the grocery mart that everyone was sure was a mafia front. You remember being hauled out of that river with astonishing accuracy. You remember the temperature of the water and the exact thoughts that raced through your mind.

Of course, over the years you recovered, squeezed the silty water from your lungs and learned some common sense. But events like that are somewhat sticky.

One of your motivations to join the military was to find the self-confidence to never feel like you did coughing up water and dirt, after all.

You were wary—cat-like—when you first joined Ghost and the rest of the 141, but that’s just how it is in the military most of the time. And after a few weeks you were bantering with them like you had known them for years. Truly, it seemed as though you were the most normal one out of them.

What they don’t know is that you don’t like showers. Or at least, you don’t like the sensation of the water beating on your face. It feels like you’ll just forget how to breathe and the water will fill your lungs again. So instead you’ll stand at the edge of the shower, wetting a soapy washcloth every evening after training.

You’ll never go swimming, of course. You won’t take the chance. Even when you can see the bottom, an irrational, bone-deep paralysis traps you in this space where your thoughts are very loud and your body feels very far away. It’s fine, though. There isn't a great deal of demand for aquatic soldiers.

You don’t like sleeping under a lot of covers either, but you’re a cold sleeper and you don’t have control over the temperature on base, so you layer hoodie over hoodie at night. Inevitably, you look like a mass of sentient fabric if you ever encounter one of your peers in the kitchen late at night.

Talking is how your little dance with Ghost started, though, late night encounters aside. Sometimes, you would open with a joke on the way back to base from the training grounds and he would reply with his own and you would both feel a special sense of connection that is a little different than that most often found in military task forces. It wasn’t brotherhood, like what linked Ghost to Soap and Price and Gaz.

On other occasions, you all would be at a bar on the weekend, making the cheap beer taste better with each other’s company. You and Ghost would be perched on your barstools and he would be telling you about some stunt Soap pulled years ago while the other three men kept each other entertained. You two would still be there after Price, Soap, and Gaz sobered up in the late night air on the way to the bus stop that took them back to the base. You would blink and then it was midnight and you were on the bus with all of the other witching hour vagrants that got on after spending too much time staring at the bottom of a glass, but you wouldn’t even see them because you were too busy listening to Simon and his wonderfully deep, tired voice. You would be pressed shoulder to shoulder, each staring at your feet or your hands.

There are very special times, too. The kind that you will remember the sensation of—the moment’s taste, its colors, its imprint on your mind—even after you’ve forgotten the time and place and the words said. Like when Ghost becomes Simon. Like when he tells you about his mother and the man she was married to. Like when he presses his lips to your neck and instead of feeling cold and wet and gross like you expect it to, he just sighs, warmly, in a way that makes you feel like you’ve been filled with helium.

Then, when that dance you were doing becomes more confident, when you start pulling and twisting each other about the dance floor rather than just hoping you’ll brush the other’s hand as you glide aimlessly around, those compartments that you have successfully preserved for the last decade shift, somewhat. They don’t break, by any means. Simply, they are rearranged.

Simon runs hot. Especially when he sleeps, which means that when he crashes in your quarters you de-layer and tuck your cold feet between his calves. Simon is also a big man, though. So when he rolls over on to your chest in the middle of the night, you are startled awake. You remember the pressure as the air in your lungs was replaced by something denser. While he sleeps—deeply, as he always does in your quarters—you stare at the ceiling, watching the fuzzy darkness undulate over and around itself.

Eventually, you will tell him why you can’t tolerate your face being covered while you sleep. You’ll divulge the contents of your nightmares. Someday, his past and yours will be murmured into existence whether on a late-night bus back from town or in his bathroom as you brush your teeth together on some random Thursday night.

— m. list

#x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost #simon riley #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #tf 141 #tf 141 x reader #141 x reader #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader

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siriuslylantsov · 8 months ago

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haircare routine

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

description: in which sirius does your hair.

tags: fluff, they're best friends!, sirius takes reader through his extensive routine that he undoubtedly has because he has amazing hair, reader is a bit lazy so im assuming she uses no products, reader wears a swimsuit but nothing is specified.

a/n: first sirius piece!! i love that guy. also, i'm being so unspecific about the bathroom arrangements, so think of it however you want. i didn't want to get too into the logistics. enjoy!

wc: 854

“ow! fuck, sirius,” you curse as he yanks your head with a brush. he continues to abuse that knot in your hair much to your dismay.

“it's not my fault your hair is like this.”

“yeah, but- ah! i said i could do it myself.”

“when? you wouldve left it like this for a few more days and then been all pissy to me because you look like shit. i'm doing you a favour. stay still,” he says firmly.

you whine, “you could be less rough with it.”

“sorry,” he frowns sympathetically at you in the mirror, “just trying to detangle, ‘m almost done.”

his actions soften, smoothing a hand over your hair. he turns you around and nods his head toward the bathroom. “get in the tub, i'll be there in a second.”

james had dared you to jump in the lake and you, always up for a challenge, did it. when sirius found you, sopping strands and layered clothes, he coerced you into letting him wash your hair, yapping on about how your hair’s going to be matted if you don't shampoo it now–high maintenance prick.

you assess the temperature of the water, deeming it perfect, you take off the damp shirt you had on. climbing in carefully, you sink down till you're fully submerged, letting the warmth encompass you. you come back up for air after a few seconds, and sirius walks in with a stool. he sets it behind the clawfoot and looks at you.

“where'd you get that swimsuit from?”

“oh, got it from marlene, i ran into the changing room after her swim team practice.”

its explanation enough for him as he doesnt press further, far be it from him to question your antics. he pulls out a shampoo and conditioner–his ones, fancy looking bottles with labels written in cursive print, they exude expensive, nothing like the plastic bottles that sat in your shower caddy.

he sits down and picks up a cup filled with water and tips it over your head, you don't mind that it drips down your face. he slowly scrubs the shampoo into your scalp, unintentionally massaging as he goes, you hum in approval and he chuckles. he does this twice, rinsing off the soapy suds before moving on to the conditioner, raking it through your ends. he combs through your hair before washing that off too.

when he's done, he leaves you to clean the rest of your body. Its a clumsy ordeal taking off the swimsuit that clung to your skin, but you manage, leaving a few puddles in your wake. stepping out of the tub, you slip into a bathrobe, securing the tie at your waist. you walk out to find sirius waiting next to the vanity.

“what are you still doing here?”

“you’re getting the full treatment, sweetheart,” he urges you closer, “c’mon sit.”

you tentatively step forward and take a seat in front of the mirror, eyeing the box of vials–all glass but containing liquids of different colours and consistencies. you peer at him suspiciously through the mirror.

“you're not dyeing my hair green are you…?”

he flashes you a wicked smile that makes you nervous, “if i was, would i tell you?”

a small pout forms on your lips and he shifts to earnest, fingers gently raking through your hair, “i'm not,” he says firmly.

a hint of hesitancy remains but you nod nonetheless, allowing him to begin.

you watch as he pours product into his hand, and work it into the damp strands, making sure to evenly coat it. he crosses over to stand before you, a different substance in his palm, it looks like whipped cream and you arent sure how he managed to get it to foam up like that.

“bend your head please,” he guides your head down till your hair hangs over, he kneels down too. “your neck will hurt a bit because of the angle, but i’ll finish up quickly.”

he scrunches your hair up, careful not to accidently tug, causing drops of water to trickle down his arm. he continues doing this all over, all the way up into the roots. you notice how loose ringlets of curls form as he lets go.

when he finishes, he mutters a quick drying spell, one that when you use leaves your hair a frizzy mess but when he does, it looks fine. maybe those strange vials contributed to that.

he stands and raises you up with him. he's still in front of you so it obstructs your view of the mirror. he sneaks his fingers in and shakes through your hair, to give it more volume, he confirms later.

finally, stepping aside, you see yourself. he's stood beside you, with a somewhat smug look on his face, as you admire your hair. the waves are defined and remind you of your hair when you're at the beach, only healthier and more hydrated.

“thanks,” you chirp, offering him a small appreciative smile.

he brushes it off with a wink, returning your smile, “you've got great hair, you should let me style it more often.”

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#sirius black #the marauders #marauders era #sirius black fic #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #padfoot #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #platonic!sirius black #marauders #sirius black fluff #fluff

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chochoeryss · 7 months ago

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(Tw:bad grammer)

(LISEN IT 00.00, I JUST FINESH MORE ENDINGS AND THERES THIS WEIRD THING I NEED TO YAP ABOUT. IDGAF ABOUT CHECKING SPELING RN, GOT IT?!? DONT LIKE IT? DEAL WITH IT!)

Anyways :3

So i realy enjoy homicipher art style. Its wery brushy sometimes even feeling kinde soapy (its realy noticible on Mr. Stitch as an example)

Yet Mr. Scarletta coat, feels a bit... Photorealistic??? I hope you get what i mean. Its looks like a photo that has filters on almost. Evetho theres there are others thing, lets say like character hands that feels kinde realistic, they still fit in the style. Yet his coat feels almost out of places when you notices it.

Idk if that means anything, mabye just multiple artist artsyles not completly working.

Or mabye its just me tweeking.

¯\_( ◉ 3 ◉ )_/¯

#mr scarletta #homicipher #mr scarletella #ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ #(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)#mr scarletts legs are too fucking long #is it mr scarletta or mr scarletella??

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g00seg1rl · 4 months ago

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Not Without Me

Pairing: Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra

Summary: Lucien was spending a begrudgingly and surprisingly nice night getting beaten in Mario Kart with his brother when he gets an enticing photo from his girlfriend in the shower and races to join her.

I hope you enjoy all 3k words of horny nonsense over on ao3 or below the divider (omg they’re bubbles how cute?) 😘

Lucien was going to strangle his brother.

Eris kept shoving his shoulder and fucking with his controller, attempting- nay, CHEATING- to get ahead of him in Mario Kart. Over Lucien’s cold, dead body would he lose to Yoshi or Eris- who was definitely overstaying his welcome at this point.

He showed up two hours ago, unannounced, to Lucien’s apartment, holding a ridiculously large white plastic bag with a rumpled smiley face thanking him for coming. Lucien would not be doing the same.

But he would be eating the Chinese food, because ohmyfuckinggod did it smell good, and Lucien was dreading cooking dinner. Bribery in exchange for quality time was nothing if not a Vanserra special.

But if he had known how irritating the other redhead would be, he would’ve slammed the door on Eris’s smirking face before he could get the chance to waltz into Lucien’s living room as if he owned it.

Okay, he did pay the rent but that- well that didn’t count-

Lucien rocked his shoulder sharply into Eris’s, causing Yoshi to swerve with a yelp. Eris quickly launched a banana peel towards him, leading Lu to spin out and grumble loudly.

The fucker snickered as he reached second place, getting right behind the aggressive NPC playing Bowser and overtaking Lucien’s Princess Peach, setting him back to third with a theatric groan.

Lucien rolled his eyes and watched on irritatedly as Eris knocked into Bowser, all while Lucien was struggling to remain in third. Mario was getting far too ballsy for Lucien’s liking.

His phone played the small jingle it did when Elain sent him a message, and his heart tripped over itself. He nearly gave himself whiplash as he turned to try and catch a glimpse of what she had said without losing focus of the game he was getting wrecked in.

He couldn’t see what she said but he saw there was a photo attached– ugh fuck this– he wanted to see her.

Eris snorted, drawing Lucien’s attention back to see that Mario- that Italian motherfucker- had passed him; Lucien doubled down his efforts, glaring at the upper portion of the split TV through slitted eyes.

“Oh fuck yes, there we go baby- mmhm,” Eris yapped as entered first place.

Lucien finished in fourth with a deep scowl.

“You’re a cheater, a sore loser, an asshole-” Lucien began rattling off Eris’s charges.

“Um yeah, I’m clearly the sore loser here,” Eris scoffed, setting his controller down on the coffee table.

“You kept shoving me because I won last time!” Lucien shouted back, exasperated beyond containment.

“Oh whatever are you talking about?” Eris poorly feigned ignorance, a devilish smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “I’m a gentleman and a scholar, surely you’re mistaken,” he added with mock sincerity. An offended hand to his chest was the cherry on top of the Vanserra Bullshit Sundae.

Lucien rolled his eyes again, in danger of developing a headache at this point. “Whatever, you menace of a gentleman and smartass of a scholar,” he grumbled as he picked up his phone to see what Elain sent. He was hoping for a picture of Petunia, her new kitten that they’d both been fawning over together.

Eris chuckled, pulling out his own phone to catch up on messages, or maybe to brag about his victory. Eris tsked at the time– already 8:43pm–and Lucien hummed in agreement. It was indeed getting late. He had some homework to get to before the night’s end, and he should probably go to sleep early if he wanted to hit the gym in the morning and- and oh fuck that is not Petunia.

Lucien’s brain went offline at the sight of Elain’s coy smirk and soapy tits against the backdrop of her tiled shower.

“I should probably head home,” Eris said, maybe- Lucien wouldn’t completely register even if a meteor had crashed into his kitchen at the moment.

Her eyes looked gorgeous, the perfect balance of playful and sultry. Most girls he’d seen with wet hair tended to resemble sopping rats but Elain’s curls coiled beautifully, falling like a luxurious curtain around her bare shoulders. The dainty, golden ‘L’ pendant of her necklace fell tantalizingly in between her clavicles. He wanted to pull at it with his teeth. He wanted.

“M’yeah, get out,” Lucien said absentmindedly as he rose to find the nearest jacket and his keys, hoping he could get to Elain’s before she’d get out. The woman took record-breakingly long showers but he still hurried.

“Wow, okay, no thank you, then?”

“Uh, thank you for coming over, it was nice to see you, I will be beating your ass next time we play and I’ll pay for dinner next time. Now get out, I have to go see Elain and I’m not leaving you here to drink my good liquor,” Lucien rambled, finally finding his car fob and Elain’s apartment key. He shoved his feet into his sneakers on the way to the door, trailed by an amused Eris.

“You don’t have good liquor,” Eris pointed out, which was only true because Cassian had already finished his good shit.

”Incredibly not the point. Out,” Lucien nodded towards the door he was holding open. Eris smartly walked through with a contrastingly stupid grin.

“Damn, she’s got you whipped,” Eris needlessly noted as they made their way to the elevator.

Lucien’s eyes cycled again, he was going to grow dizzy with annoyance or perhaps flick his brother’s forehead. “Shutup,” He said, clicking the lobby and parking garage buttons on the control panel.

Eris snorted but thankfully did shut up, leaning against the far left panel of the elevator and humming along with the low tune playing.

Lucien replied to Elain’s text, the only caption with the photo was a “☺️” emoji.

“Better be room for two, pretty girl,” Lucien sent.

“You know there is 😉,” she replied nearly instantly, sending a strong twitch to his dick.

“Take your time baby, I’m on my way,” he typed, his heart pattering in his chest, barely believing his luck.

“Hurry, baby, can barely wait,” she added with another picture, pulling an all too audible groan from Lucien. This time the camera was more overhead, showing off her whole supple body, water cascading down in lickable rivets. Lucien hadn’t experienced envy of water before, and it didn’t feel great.

“You’re going to kill me Lainey, I’ll be right there,” he swore.

After the whole crashing-from-her-road-head ordeal and nearly hitting an old lady while speeding to get to her place, Eris made Lucien promise not to drive horny. Thankfully, his brother got off with a simple hug on the lobby level– his driver no doubt waiting in front of the building– without a word on the matter.

Lucien got to his car and drove as carefully as he could: thirty above the speed limit and with prayers for green lights and competent drivers, but careful nonetheless.

She lived a twenty-five minute drive away, but Lucien made it there in under sixteen, an accomplished and giddy grin on his face. He locked his car and pulled out the spare key Elain gave him, spinning it in his fingers as he climbed three staircases to get to her door.

He inserted the key, jangled it impatiently and huffed out a relieved breath when he heard the click of the mechanism caving. He smelled freshly baked cookies, as he always did when he came here, which was several times a week, as often as he could if he was being honest.

It was a one bedroom unit in the Upper East Side, decorated eclectically, knick knacks and plants covering every surface. He made his way to the room blaring Sade, and finally palmed his hardening cock, the anticipation of seeing his girlfriend, naked and wanting, flooding his veins.

A sensual giggle and Elain’s melodic voice rang out over the song, “Come in!”

“Fuck yes,” he muttered to himself. He kicked off his shoes before entering the minimalist, marbled bathroom.

Elain’s curvy silhouette was a teasing sight behind the pale pink shower curtain. He lifted his t-shirt over his head, shimmied off his joggers and boxers and stepped into the shower. Elain turned around to greet him, her petite boobs bouncing slightly– hypnotically– as she jumped on her toes to pull him into a luscious kiss.

Lucien melted. His arms instinctually wrapped around her supple hips, and his right hand reached lower to grab her plump ass with a wanton groan pouring from his lips into the deepening kiss.

“Mmm, Hi sweetheart,” Lucien said with a smiley tone, rutting his aching cock against Elain’s soft stomach, grinding forward to emphasize the effect she had on him.

“Hey,” she replied softly, her hands running over and massaging his shoulders, trailing down to his biceps.

“I totally lost in Mario Kart because of you,” he admitted.

“Oh nooo,” she cooed, “Did poor baby lose his game to come fuck me?” she taunted, her dimples coming out to play, brown eyes sparkling.

“Mmm, yes. And also Mario is a bully,” Lucien justified, stealing another giggle from Elain’s petal-pink lips.

Lucien winced dramatically, “Oh, you laugh at my pain, I see how it is.”

Elain threw her head back with another laugh, and Lucien retaliated with a sharp slap to her ass, making the menace yelp.

“Oh, however can I make it up to you?” she pleaded, adorable puppy eyes and a shit-eating grin on her pretty face.

He hummed considerately, “Hm, either you could let me use your fancy conditioner or turn around and bend over for me.” He offered the ultimatum, matching Lainey’s mischievous grin.

She chuckled but pulled her distracting tits from Lucien’s chest and turned slowly, dragging her ass against his dick with sinful accuracy and enthusiasm.

He groaned, moving his hands to hold her waist as she bent forward, arching her back beautifully and bracing her forearms against the slick marble.

He traced his hands up and down her sides, savoring her shiver and appreciating her curvy figure, “You’re so perfect Elain,” he husked, voice hoarse with strained desire.

He rolled his hips forward, the tip of his cock brushing down the seam of her pussy, pulling a breathy moan from Elain. He rubbed the crown of his cock against her clit, driving her wild and desperate for more. She pushed back against him, urging him forward, and he took the cue and pushed in smoothly, languidly. One slow stroke had him settled unbelievably deep within her tight heat.

She moaned as he bottomed out, grinding her hips back and creating a delicious friction. Lucien pulled back slightly only to shove back in, meeting her eager hips.

“Oh, fuck, Lucien, s’good, so big,” she keened.

“Mm, so tight and hot for me baby, look so sexy, fuck,” Lucien groaned, moaning on the next thrust as Elain clenched wetly around him.

They set a pace together, deep and relishing. He snapped his hips forward, Elain throwing her ass back– the clap of her cheeks against him was driving Lucien off every edge.

He reached his right hand around her hip, trailing down her stomach to brush small, circular circles over her clit with his calloused thumb, barely enough pressure for her to feel truly stimulated, but just enough to make her chase his hand forward. He chuckled gruffly at her neediness. Her precious body was so sensitive, differing entirely with her fiery personality.

He thrust harshly forward, pushing her against his hand as he rubbed against her clit again, rougher now. He didn’t let up on the next plap either, keeping his hand palmed against her pussy as he slammed in from behind; Elain had stopped moving on her own, letting Lucien do the work.

“Hngmn shit, g’na come,” Elain whined.

“Hah, already baby? Always so quick f’me,” Lucien taunted, moving his arm from her waist to move up and place a snug hand around her fair neck, pulling her flush against his chest, and savoring the newfound depths of her perfect cunt and the sensation of her soft skin against him.

He held her as she writhed through her orgasm and came with a high pitched moan. He closed his eyes, unable to look at her and feel so much of her at the same time without coming far quicker than he intended to. He didn’t let up on her clit, but he released her throat to let her pant through the aftermath. He wanted her to catch her breath so she could moan even louder the next time she came.

“Mmm’fuuuck, Lucien I- fuck, can’t- aaAAH!” Elain cried out, her hands gripping the forearm that now wrapped around her waist for support as Lucien thrust up into her and added pressure to those small circles.

He slowed to a deep grind, opening his eyes to watch as Elain’s perky tits jumped with each roll of his strong hips. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder, and he smirked at how undone she’d become.

“You’re so gorgeous, so pretty all fucked out for me Lainey, you always are,” he husked into her ear, chuckling at how she shuddered. Lucien kissed against her wet skin, licking messily down her neck as orderly as his jostling pace could allow.

He grazed his teeth against the base of her neck when he reached it on his path of sloppy kisses and licks, adoring the way Elain mewled.

He pulled out to the broad tip of his dick before snapping her roughly back down. He bit down on her shoulder as he bottomed out, and her high pitched gasp turned to a broken moan as she came, squirting hotly around his cock.

She whimpered and buried her blushing face in his neck; it had been two years and she was still shy about squirting– it may or may not have been his fault for calling her his little water gun.

“Don’t worry about makin‘ a mess sweetheart, look where we are, hm?” he gruffly murmured with thinly veiled amusement.

She whimpered against his neck, and the pretty little sound and the sight of her so undone was intoxicating. He stopped tormenting her clit and released her waist to lift her by the backs of her thighs, bringing her bent knees close to her chest, pressing her in half against him as he thrust back inside her spasming, gushing pussy.

He held and used her far beyond her coherency, beyond her mind could handle, judging by the babbles ranging from, “Luciennn, s’too much” to “Oh fuck, never stop, feels so good.” Clearly she was too fucked out of her senses to make up her mind. Lucien would be going with the latter.

He sped up, keeping her wailing and in place. His fingers were digging into the undersides of her plush thighs as he kept her spread for him. The slapping of their skin was still jarring over the sounds of the shower and the whirring fan.

“So perfect, so pretty, so tight, so hot, so beautiful,” Lucien rattled off loving litanies into her ear as she finally relaxed her face and melted back onto his shoulder. Her face was scrunched up adorably and he loved the way she looked all flushed like this.

“I- fuck Lucien- it’s too much- too big- AAAH!”

“No it’s not baby, you’re taking it so perfectly,” he goaded. She whimpered.

Lucien was grunting breathily each time their hips met. Elain’s hands were flailing and he felt bad for moving his arm. He considered shifting them to a wall and letting her legs flail instead, but ultimately he decided it was cute and returned his focus to her bouncing tits because holy shit they were perfect.

The soapy suds had long since been washed away, so Lucien could clearly see her glistening, milky skin as it jiggled and- fuck he should close his eyes again.

He trailed his eyes up– his mouth watered at the way her chest heaved– to her pretty parted lips he’d really like to fuck-

Shit, wherever he looked it was too much, she was too perfect– he didn’t want to stop feeling her. He caved and closed his eyes again, tuning into the way he was ramming past and forth Elain’s slickly ribbed hole. He swore she’d been made for him by the way she fluttered so rightly around him, moaning his name at a pitch that had him coming quicker than most women.

“Aah-AAAH!” she cried out as she came again suddenly, stuttering Lucien’s rabid pace. Another warm flood of her arousal joined the rivulets of hot water raining down on their intertwined bodies.

He caved, again- Elain was not good for his impulse control- and opened his eyes, coming instantly as he watched her writhe, nearly shrieking Lucien’s name as she rode out the languid waves of her orgasm. He groaned out her name as he filled her to the brim with come; he leaned over to watch as he withdrew his cock from her greedy pussy that didn’t want to let him go.

It was not as though he wanted to pull out, but the water was getting tepid and he was getting sleepy, not to mention Elain, who was already half asleep– or at the very least nonverbal from pleasure.

He did his best to turn her around smoothly and hold her front against him. She wordlessly wrapped her legs around Lucien’s trim waist as he shut the water off, holding Elain’s weight with one arm.

He opened the curtain, exposing them to the mirror. Her milky thighs and supple curves contrasted so fucking perfectly with Lucien’s dark, chiseled body.

“Mmm, why don’t you take a picture?” Elain, his ever persistent snarky princess, prompted playfully.

He froze for a millisecond before scurrying to grab his phone from his discarded pants. Elain clung to him, giggling at the excitement the little menace knew would ensue.

Once upright, Lucien kissed her nose, “You–” A small peck on her left cheekbone. “My love.” A soft kiss below her right eye. “My dear.” A nip, earning a huff, at her lower lip. “My sweet.” A delicate swipe of his tongue against her Cupid’s Bow. “Are fucking perfect,” he finished breathily, overtaking her smile with a heated kiss that went uninterrupted by the click of his camera as he took what would doubtlessly be the picture soon tattooed onto the back of his eyelids.

“You are a dork.” She grinned against his chasing lips.

“And you love it,” he teased sing-songily, a dopey smirk gracing his face as he carried his precious cargo to her bedroom. He laid Elain down gently, climbing onto the bed after her. She curved against his back, wrapped her arm around his middle and allowed him the prized position of Little Spoon.

Thank you so very much @the-darkestminds for being a gloriously speedy and brilliant beta, love you so so much 😘

I’m used to my Azris babies (so much coming for them, I promise), so I’m not too sure who to tag for Elucien, please lmk if you want on this tag list as there will be more for these two comin’ 💗 @mudandmire @astro-h0e-4azris @jules-writes-stories @pippsmcgee @mistandmemories @fourteentrout @secret-third-thing @buffy-vanserra @jon-snows-man-bun (think u might like this Elain lol) @fingerpoppingood @iftheshoef1tz @nus4y @ninthcircleofprythian

If you want to see Lucien crashing because Elain gave him road head then you can read Collateral Damage for that bit lol 💗

#elucien #modern au #smut #fluff #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #Lucien tests speed limits #fun and slutty Elain because that’s how I love her #eris vanserra #acotar #acotar fanfiction #rah

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yearnsforstarlight · 5 months ago

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hello for the WIP ask game I really am interested in the 1st WIP listed. Could I see a snippet of it?

Hello there! Thank you so much for asking this (you're allowing me to rant about stobotnik and brainstorm this fanfic idea all at once..). This is still a massive WIP though, so I can't really offer you a proper snippet; but I can offer you the summary and the train of thoughts I had while coming up for this! This does contain Sonic 3 spoilers.

For years now, it had always been Doctor Robotnik and Agent Stone. Often, where Robotnik went, Stone followed. Then Doctor Robotnik’s grandfather, Gerald shows up. Agent Stone finds himself pushed into the background, even the Doctor doesn’t seem to want his Austrian steamed goat milk latte, anymore. A stir of feelings (definitely not jealously) sets off within the ever-loyal agent. Alas, Doctor Robotnik has never been an idiot, and his sudden infatuation with family isn’t unprovoked. Rather – it’s a survival instinct, if anyone knows how dangerous the Robotnik’s can be, it’s Ivo Robotnik himself.

As you can tell, by the well chosen name for this WIP, it takes place during (and perhaps after Sonic 3). When I first watched Sonic in 2020, it was purely because me and mother had time to kill...and now look, five years later I'm writing stobotnik fanfic, hope she's proud! But anyways; this fanfic will be my take on Sonic 3, and purely how Ivo sees family. In 1 (and perhaps 2, I haven't seen that in a while though), he seems pretty adamant he doesn't need family. He's very much anti-human, and the only affection he has ever shown is to his robots. Even Stone, who must of worked with the doctor for years now, doesn't get any display of gratitude from him until he's quite literally about to die. So...after seeing Sonic for the third time, it got me thinking. As much as it is obvious they're related, why did Ivo accept him so easily? And boom, this fanfic idea was born. Who knows a Robotnik better than anyone else? A Robotnik! Ivo knows from the beginning there is something up with his grandfather, and he is determined to find out what. He also knows that Robotnik's are dangerous, and frankly have little care for the people around them; thus he keeps Stone out of it. Stone, not knowing his master plan, assumes the worst: that he has been replaced. To sum up for what I have planned for the fic...Robotnik having family issues (you're no Maria has got to hurt), miscommunication by not talking to each other, and a jealous Stone (who is soon to realise he doesn't quite like Robotnik's attention not on him).

Oh, and General Walters and Robotnik's complicated relationship will be explored in this one. General Walters certainly has a lot of guilt for what happened to Maria, only with Ivo, well, you'll see he didn't show it the best.

#thank you so much for asking!#sorry i don't have a proper snippet for you #keep an eye out for wip weds! there might be smth one day soon...#gonna tag this with #sonic 3 spoilers #just in case #soapy yaps #dr robotnik #agent stone #wip

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elysiality · 28 days ago

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would you write for

Companion

perhaps?

if you’ve seen it ofc

(as in iris)

WAIT YESSS I FORGOT ABOUT MY BABY :( OHH IRIS I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER THAN THAT CRUST LORD

#oh soapy t the woman you are...#— ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ airi yaps #iris companion

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sevs-corner · 8 months ago

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PART 2 to:

Same PSA(s) hehe✌️

• Before you guys arrived at the place, all of you undressed to civilian clothes and (try to) be lowkey

• Going out of the changing room at the airport, you couldn't help but smile at how the boys still had their signature fits on

• Price, of course, kept his signature beanie on him

• Ghost had a plain black mask on with sunglasses on making him extra edgy, plus the fingerless skeleton gloves which just tells you of his emo phase

• Gaz had his favorite hat on his head and a scarf around his neck (which you soon learn is actually Price's)

• Soap had his signature jacket that he wears around everywhere outside of missions (which you also come to learn is actually Ghost's)

• "Lookin' chic guys!" you complimented with a playful grin, hand on your hip while the other cups your chin and you took in their look up and down

• "why thank you lassie!" Once Soap sees you, he ruffles your hair and gives you a grin of his own. "Lookin' quite a beaut ya'self!"

• "Aw~ stop butterin' me up Soapie!" you quickly put Soap in a noogie position to which he took as a challenge and was about to the same until he catches the look on Price's face

• "we have to get goin'," Price decided, walking towards the direction of two cars

• "did y'all fix the stuff in the cars already?" you asked astonished at how fast they worked to place all the boxes of your things in the cars Laswell provided for you five

• Ghost nods, "wasn't much anyways," as he falls into step with you going to the other car to drive

• "sorry I took too long to help," you pouted and grabbed at Ghost's pinky who just looked down at you with his eyes crinkling

• "its all good pup," Soap chimed in, "you would've held us back anyways." Winking at your huffed out expression, Ghost couldn't help the chuckle at how easy it was for them to tease you

• "am I that big of distraction, huh?" you turn to Ghost for reaffirmation. "I'm not, right?"

• Ghost in turn just shrugs, "you talk too much."

• Leaving you agape in the dust, Soap cackled all the way to the car, quickly hopping in shotgun (knowing how you would always call it and would get you even more pissed)

• "Riley! MacTavish!" you cursed them, "you will rue to the day you called me yapper!!"

• "Corporal!" you feel the hairs on your neck stand on end, "get to the car already- asap!" Price shouted from the car that was already exiting the hangar.

• You huffed, mumbling a 'yes dad' then quickly jogging to the car, only to see a smirking Johnny from your seat.

• So you threw him a glare with a finger before swinging the door open and hopping in with a growl

• "Can't believe you even took shotgun."

• "Well, you took too long yapping pup."

• "… just pass me the aux cord."

• "aye aye~."

• "Don’t play that dogshit asian songs." Ghost silently remarks from the wheel to which you- once again- groaned out

• "number 1- its called 'k-pop'!" you lifted another finger, "and number 2- that's not my vibe right now so I'm playing some songs from the 80s."

• The two at the front had to suppress another round of chuckles to avoid annoying further but your reactions were too cute for them not to capitalize on

• "why the 80s?" Soap asks, already bopping his head to the beat of the first song you played

• "seems that’s the era where you old folks were born at," you sputtered at your snide remark, not able to continue your sentence from how funny you thought it was, and seeing it unfold- made all three of you laugh once more

• Blissfully unaware of whats to come in the coming weeks of living under one roof

• "Alright chaps meeting start NOW!" Price commanded and all of you quickly got into seats at the very bare living room

• Once you saw the mansion of a house at the villa from the address Laswell provided you all, you would think it would at least be furnished or furbished (tomato tomato)

• But no, it was like Soap's garden at your original base- barren.

• Hence the purpose of the current meeting

• "When Laswell said we'd be rebuilding our lives somewhere else- I didn't know she'd meant it literally."

• Hearing your spiteful words, everyone sighs in agreement.

• "She's doing too much."

• "But maybe its purposeful?" Gaz offers in consolation but all he got in return of a response was a glower from you

• "purposeful for my demise- that's what!" Soap agrees in tandem while Price return to the topic at hand

• "Alright, why don't we split responsibilities?"

• You instantly perk up once again, "I call interior designing the place!"

• Everyone looks at you incredulously, until resulting to a laugh once they realized your intention from the way you pulled out your lovely companion and perched 'em on your shoulder.

• "Ghostie has to come with me Price, please?" you begged, Price responding with an equally playful smirk to which Ghost paled at

• "You can handle the hardware stuff in the meantime, yea?"

• Ghost relents and nods while you came skipping in front of him with an excited smile on your face

• "You'll love the food there Ghostie- promise!" you offer Blahaj as a peace offering and he couldn't deny your bubbly self

• "Alright," he grunts whilst smiling, "as long as you pay, kit."

• "Obviously!" you proudly huffed as Ghost ruffles your hair affectionately, while grabbing Blahaj with his other hand

• "Alright, grocery shopping… that's me and-"

• "Me?" Soap ask to his captain but was immediately shut down by Gaz who already had a shopping list in hand, making the former's jaw drop

• "Gaz." Price says so appreciatively in a hum that you swear that you saw some hearts flying out of the cap'n's ears

• "Don't worry cap'n, I got this." Gaz walks up to him and places a hand on his shoulder, pulling him into a whisper making you raise a brow with a pursed lip

• Seeing them do that made you do the same with Simon, who you had to climb to get even close to ear

• "..he has to be so down bad for him right?"

• Alas, whispering is not in your vocabulary.

• Making Soap cackle so hard while the others (including Ghost who had to support you by placing an under your ass to carry you as his side)

• "What do you mean by that..?" Gaz asks exasperatedly.

• You looked at him aghast, "means you're so deeply in love with cap that my theory was you're gonna fuck him later."

• Simon sputters, cracking your bravado façade as a detective but makes the other two groan

• "Sweetie…you're not letting us live this down, huh?"

• "Nope. Bye~!"

• "Hey! Wait what am I gonna do???"

• "Watch the house!"

• "WHAT AM I TO YOU FECKS? A GUARD DOG?"

• "yes."

• A unison surrounding agreement makes Soap fall to his knees, weeping while the two of you left.

• Price ultimately deciding to go with Gaz anyways for… reasons.

#unedited #platonic relationships #crackfic #cod x reader #soap x reader #soap x you #tf 141 poly #tf 141 x reader #tf 141 x you #cod mw2 #ghost x you #ghost x reader #price x you #cod price #price x reader #gaz x reader #cod gaz #gaz x you #tf 141 retired comfy au

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